Her left hand sits sideways
Like a ladder, climbing to the sky
Each finger a rung held together
by ropes of yarn.
Her right hand climbs,
Unreeling the skein and winding it
around each finger, looping over and under
And over, until every finger is bound
To the next, unable to move.
Then the right hand
climbs to the top of the fingers,
perches precariously and begins to work,
lifting the loop of yarn and tossing it
over the top of the finger, like Peter
Lowering the rope over the Wolf’s head,
Catching him fast
In a net.
As she knits, the back of her hand
Flips over to show the growing rope,
Not a net, but a ladder of lovely links,
Each rung helping her
Climb to the stars.